THE ROUGH RIDERS AT SAN ANTONIO During the remainder of that night and all the following day the train to which the "Terror" was attached sped westward through the rich lowlands of southern Louisiana and across the prairies of Texas.

It crossed the tawny flood of the Mississippi on a huge railway ferry to Algiers, and at New Iberia it passed a side-tracked train filled with State troops bound for Baton Rouge.

Early the next morning at Houston, Texas, it drew up beside another train-load of soldiers on their way to Austin.

To the excited mind of our young would-be cavalryman it seemed as though the whole country was under arms and hurrying towards the scene of conflict.

Was he not going in the wrong direction, after all?
And would not those other fellows get to Cuba ahead of him in such force that there would be no Spaniards left for the Riders to fight?
This feeling was so increased upon reaching the end of the journey, where he saw two San Antonio companies starting for the East, that he gave expression to his fears, whereupon Van Kip responded, promptly: "Don't you fret, old man.